Fiction

“The end. Are you sure you like this story? It’s a little scary.”

“I’m not afraid of anything, mama!” Eyes rolling, Luna’s mother crawled out of bed, exiting her young daughter’s small bedroom.

Princess Cassandra Scarlett De La Cruz has it all. A Palace, money, and servants waiting on her hand and foot. The thing is, she wants nothing to do with her parents and the tyrantical rule they keep over her kingdom.

Robins are chirping

The blossoms are opening

The springtime is near

The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.

Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.

Part 1 — The Thief

“Have a good night.”

“You too,” I responded dryly from behind the counter. 

Every day he woke up to his alarm at 7 made some breakfast took a shower and got dressed. Every day he’d get to work 10 minutes early at 8:50 and brew coffee to get himself prepared for the day.

Megan was staring out the window in the backseat of her mom’s minivan with a blank expression painted across her silent face. She shivered at the thought of spending her whole summer vacation at her grandma’s house.

the wooden floorboards creaked from the weight, a circle on the floor like we were kindergarteners once again. never missed the 'get to know you circles' . 

My name is silence. The silence of the doctor as he walked in. The silence as they understood he would not be born. The silence of the phone line as she learned she was not a grandmother. The silence of the ride home.

You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.

The animals already knew when it happened. They all started dying.

Salty.

I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.